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“I never could be cool and deliberate on occasions of this kind—a fig for the man who can The little family must have thought me distracted, and for a moment they seemed to have caught the infection. The mother partly rose from her chair, and, looking eagerly into my face, placed a hand upon each of her darling children, as if she thought I was about to abduct them from her. Little Charlie started up eagerly, and pointed to the door, exclaiming, ‘Come, mamma, come—you are rich now— and you said, when you was rich, we should have a new house to live in, and nice books to read, and ever so many things to play with'—while little Helen grasped my hand, and gazed alternately at me and her mother, as if at a loss to account for this strange exhibition of enthusiasm. It was a long time before I could persuade the mother of the reality of her good fortune; and when I showed her the documents, she shook her head mournfully, and remarked that the brethren of the Order were very kind, but so long as she had the ability to earn food, raiment, and shelter, for herself and her children, she could not consent to accept of alms. I well nigh exhausted my stock of argument and explanation before she would be convinced that there was no charity in the matter—that it was hers by right, just as much as if her husband had left it to her in the form of a policy for a life-assurance. At length she did comprehend it, and consented to accept the amount.
“I proposed to her to hire a shop, and procure the stock necessary to establish what is termed a thread and needle store, which the sum now at her command would enable her to do. To this, after a little objection on the score of exposing herself behind the counter to the imperti
nence of shoppers, she assented, with the remark that ‘she had little to do now with pride, and was willing to engage in any employment, not absolutely degrading, to secure the happiness and prosperity of her children.” She has
opened her shop on the corner of Hudson and streets; and if you have a mind to take a turn out before you turn in, I will introduce you.” I assented, and we sallied forth. She received us with a beaming smile, and I fancied that she bestowed manifold glances of exquisite tenderness upon my bachelor friend; but that was none of my business Reader—I profited by the moral of this simple little story. On the following evening my name was presented as a candidate for admission to the Order of Odd-Fellows. One week from that time I was initiated into its sublime and touching mysteries; and when I returned to my lodgings, I found two embossed cards, neatly enveloped in gold-edged satin paper. On one I read the name of the charming young widow, and on the other that of my bachelor friend HARRY BARTON. They were to be “at home” on Thursday morning, at ten o’clock.
NEw York, July, 1846.
BEHOLD ! my coming muse approacheth near ;
No doubt she'll rhyme whate'er comes uppermost ;
I wish of mortal man she'd make her theme;
Who every morning plans some precious scheme
Until at last he wakes, as from a dream,
Himself is lain beneath the coffin's lid,
With his high hopes and rotten carcase hid.
We seek for knowledge, which we seldom find,
Poor gains are his — a gasp of putrid air
Some rob for glory—for religion some —
Heroes are footpads on the largest scale,
We wish that those who clamor so for war,
There once was one whose title was “the Great” –
Whose thirst for gore no human blood could sate ;
And when no kings were left for him to bait,